“There’s a liberty that comes when everything is broken. There’s a freedom of purpose. “
When I was little I wanted to make robots. I was going to be an inventor. Robots were the future, they were going to be everything, and I was going to design them.
I’d spend ages drawing pictures of different tin-cans with claws and wheels and springs.
I remember being frustrated that I didn’t know how to put them together. I didn’t know how to create.
Whenever any appliance broke, I would ask if I could have a screwdriver and a hammer and take it apart.
It’s an adorable image, isn’t it? A small girl in her turquoise t-shirt dress with boats on it (labels secretly removed by her with the scissors she wasn’t allowed to use) sat at the kitchen table, carefully taking apart a toaster. Trying to find its secrets in the hopes that it would help her make robots.
Legs dangling from the chair. Chin barely above…
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